Chapter 216 New vest, new personality, Emperor Jing is very dedicated

If you talk about other things, Jun Lin can't guarantee that she can take first place, but if you talk about fighting, she will roll up her sleeves and teach you to ponder the mysteries of life in every minute.

It was as if the gods were pouring out their power on the human world, and everyone else was dodging with their umbrellas, but she was the only one who flipped her umbrella over and steadily caught a large bag of it.

Or maybe when the gods created her, their hands shook carelessly and they poured a whole bottle of force into her, causing the one drop for others to not be enough.

The King of Southern Xinjiang watched Number One, who had always made him unhappy, being pressed to the ground and rubbed by a little palace maid. He suddenly smiled and tilted his eyes, then leisurely changed to a more comfortable position to watch.

Bingwen, who was being beaten by a little palace maid: Talking about the years I spent filling the gaps in the human world.

If she could suppress Number One, then this palace maid must be no simple person. Jun Lin knew that such behavior would arouse the suspicion of the King of Southern Xinjiang, but she was not worried at all.

Rather than doubting her, the value she showed would only make the King of Nanjiang do his utmost to hold on to her. Moreover, there was a "gut" that had just been planted in her body, a super-strong little maid who completely obeyed the King of Nanjiang's orders. How could the King of Nanjiang be willing to kill her?

He was too late to be happy now, because the tip of the man's sword was already pointing at Bingwen's throat.

"good!"

The King of Southern Xinjiang cheered loudly, and then laughed heartily: "Hahahaha, I really dug up a treasure!"

Bingwen sheathed his sword as if he didn't care, and gently coaxed the little maid: "I'll help you free the snake and give you your freedom, okay?"

Upon hearing this, the King of Southern Xinjiang's sinister gaze condensed into a sharp blade and scanned Jun Lin's face back and forth, as if he would cut her into pieces if he detected the slightest hesitation in her.

Jun Lin lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you for your kindness, sir."

No, I have finally climbed up to this position and am squatting next to the King of Southern Xinjiang. Please don't pull me away.

Decline politely and don't bother me.

Bingwen's eyes darkened, and the King of Southern Xinjiang's eyes were about to narrow into a slit: "Did you hear that? And, how can you untie my entanglement? A slave is a slave after all, and you'd better remember your identity, No. 1."

No matter how powerful a fox is, he is still a dog in the end. Bingwen clearly understood the meaning of the King of Southern Xinjiang's words.

The King of Southern Xinjiang has changed in recent days, as if he has gained some kind of support, and is more confident in challenging them.

Bingwen chuckled and the anger in his eyes disappeared: "I understand, then, Your Majesty, that gentleman would like you to come over."

"Oh, I'll settle you down and then I'll go."

It was not until Bingwen left that Junlin had a general idea in her mind. It seemed that the King of Nanjiang was not as honest and willing to be a puppet as she had imagined.

"Spring flowers."

A cold tone sounded softly in her ears.

Jun Lin lowered his head slightly and waited for his order.

"Go to the Ya'an Inn on Changyue Street and bring the Yinyang Sect Master to the palace to meet me."

What? Are you going to pull the Yin Yang Sect Master to fight against the master behind him?

The King of Southern Xinjiang had no hope: "If he doesn't want to come, then I will have no choice but to send someone to invite him."

Oh, then your "please" is quite intriguing. It means that as long as I can bring him here, I can use any means, right?

The first mission let Qiu Chan escape and added to the failure record. The second mission must restore the glory of the undercover agent and impress the King of Southern Xinjiang with her absolutely strong performance without any blind spots, so that he can see that she, Chunhua, is definitely capable of being his number one thug like his confidant!

Thinking of this, her expression changed, and the King of Southern Xinjiang was puzzled.

What's with that look on your face like you're ready to go out and fight?

Then she actually went out to fight.

As soon as she left the palace, a group of assassins chased her and tried to stop her. They must have been sent by the master to annoy the King of Southern Xinjiang. But it didn't matter. She led them to a small woods in the suburbs and killed them all in one go.

The paralyzed woman said nothing from beginning to end. She picked up the sword and concentrated on her work until she killed the last person. Then she sheathed the sword and prepared to rush back to Ya'an Inn. But when she turned around, she saw someone being chased coming this way.

It had nothing to do with her. She turned around and was about to pass by the group of people who were chasing her. But when she looked closely, she found that she couldn't move her feet. The people being chased happened to disappear.

Oh no.

Wu Shi probably didn't want to cause the unpleasantness of killing people in a crowded street, so he chose to lead the crowd to a remote suburb. He threw the oil-paper umbrella in his hand upwards and was about to activate the formation to take away all the enemies in one wave, but he didn't expect that a woman in a simple long dress suddenly appeared in the group of black-clothed and masked people.

It's a woman.

The woman with a paralyzed face that looked like she was afraid of a ghost, mixed in the crowd and rushed towards him with a sword in hand.

Misty: “?”

Jun Lin saw the mist.

Jun Lin felt that since he was unwilling to go to the palace on his own initiative, in order to complete the King of Southern Xinjiang's order and gain his trust, she had to kidnap him back.

She had to give her face a new personality worthy of her.

From then on, the King of Southern Xinjiang had a silly, honest, stubborn, cold-faced woman by his side, who had no advantages at all except for her strong fighting ability. Her image was so profound that whenever someone mentioned her, they would pair her with the incomparably tacky name "Chunhua".

In fact, Chunhua is not considered vulgar if taken alone. Look at how beautiful the ancient poem "When will the spring flowers and autumn moon end?" is. But the vulgar thing is that when Chunhua's mother named her, there was no such meaning at all. She even has an older sister named Cuihua.

Jun Lin's confusion not only confused Wu Shi, but also the man in black.

Do you have to be so aggressive? Which stupid girl couldn't see the situation clearly and had to interfere?

Even if you want the beauty to save the hero, you are wrong! You should help the leader deal with us!

Almost everyone was in a state of confusion until the formation under their feet suddenly turned, and the majestic murderous intent crushed every part of their bodies. The dozen or so men in black who were killed by Wu Shi took a last look before they died, looking in disbelief at the silly girl who was safe and sound in the formation.

no?

Is this girl so fierce and aggressive? How can she not die?

This situation surprised Wu Shi a little. The umbrella floating in the air fell back into his palm and was held up. The man didn't care much about it. He just killed the enemy.

"Master Yin Yang?"

The person opposite spoke, with a hoarse voice and a devilish face, which made Wushi frown in disgust.

"The King of Southern Xinjiang has ordered you to come to the palace to make a statement."

She was as heartless and desireless as if she was chanting a mantra. Her voice and expression were calm, but the sword in her hand was stirring.

Wu Shi took a step forward, and suddenly, like a whirlwind, his clothes were blown away. His eyes were like those of spring in the world, and he said with a hint of displeasure: "No."

Jun Lin spread his hands in confusion.

You see, this is not my fault. I already asked him politely, but he didn't want to do it, so I had to use force.

Oh.

You call that a polite invitation?

Normal people would be scared away by your ridiculous actions and scary expression, okay? !